A letter (of sorts) to school

Dear School,

I miss you is an understatement. I yearn for you, every single day, every once a while and every second.

I miss those competitive competitions we had, when best friends from different houses would turn into enemies, if only for A day.

I miss the hustle and the bustle, of Monday.

We’d all be ruSty and lazy in getting up from the weekends.

I miss walking along that deserted road, which teemed with life and laugh exactly at 7:50am and 2pm.

I miss walking to and fro with my friends.

Joking about that one person who messed up the answers, yelling and gossiping over a new kid.

I miss secretly catching Furious glances in class, when even the teachers pretend that they didn’t notice.

I miss the havoc we created, when there was a delightful break between two classes.

I miss sneaking into my best friend’s class. Oh, the room next door. I miss stealthily washing my hands, even though I ate lunch late.

I miss reaching early and planning to do loads of homework, But then getting distracted by friends.

I miss the early morning fights, our regular ‘Tu meri seat pe kyu aayi’.

I miss convincing people, to bring up my bag, because I left it in the ground.

I miss taking the ramp instead of stairs, only to waste time, to reach class late.

I miss getting notes from favourite teachers, who let you skip the class you hate.

I miss the conclusive groaN, we do, when the electricity goes off in summers.

I miss going on my tippity toes, to write the whiteboard date numbers.

I miss changing seat arrangements to sit with friends, as soon the first class ends.

I miss those free periods, where we aim to study, but talk instead.

I miss those times in games, when illness became an excuse. I miss those workshops, which provided us relief from an exhausting day.

I miss our designated water filler, who would carry bottles galore, I miss our ‘dwarpal’ who would stand guard at the door.

I miss our scribe, who’s handwriting was showcased at PTMs, our monitors who always made the worst pretense.

I miss the ‘oho’ the ‘hat’ and the ‘pagal hai kya’.

I miss calling out ‘Good morning to one and all present here’.

I miss news of the day, I miss screwing up in the assembLy, in signature me way.

I miss the random acts of kindness, when we would be taken to the ground.

The random event of a spider or in the ventilator, a lizard being found!

I miss the inconspicuous phrases, which made us *some of us* turn red.

I miss those fights, those silly fights.

I miss the rainy dayS, when the corridor flooded.

I miss you school, and so do all others, although they might not admit.

We’ll never beg for holidays again, just pull us in your embrace.

And stay with us, for time indefinite.

Love,

A student who realised just how much she missed you. And that she should’ve been grateful when you existed.

PSTTTTTTTTT- I’ve left you guys a little message in this poem/verse/whatever it is. Let me know if you find it!

PSSSSSST PT 2– Congrats to you guys and me! We’re a fam of 100+ people now! Did you think I’ll let it slide without doing something special? Huh? Keep your eyes peeled for Monday, super exciting stuff coming up! : )

Bye now you guyss,

Sep